words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Saturday, October 04, 2003
Many people have given me a hard time for the music i listen to, wondering why i don't listen to what everyone else does, wondering how i find different music or why i bother (remember, i have the skewed perspective of being around unimaginative air force people for nine years). I usually flaunt my music preferences to highlight my differences, but there have been too many times when others' comments plain hurt. but so what, i still love the music. What's wonderful though is when you connect to unusual people through music that you both like. An older black man, a doctor, comes to sit at my cafe several times a week. he never tips, and usually sits there around an hour or so, enjoying his croissant and the newspaper. He's always nice and has one of those great voices you know would be a great public reader. When he mentioned a week or so ago that he is retired now and gets to sit around doing very little and loves it, I said, oh, like the Fats Waller song, it's loafin' time! The song has one of my favorite lyrics in it: "I just love this lazy way of living / doing nothin' ain't no sin / If it is I hope that I'm forgiven / cuz I've got nothing to do and all day to do it in." He looked at me, shocked, how does a young guy like you know Fats Waller? ha! i just do! so every time he comes in now, we chat about old jazz and blues and other wonderful stuff. Apparently, he brought in a few tapes of Lionel Hampton and such for me, but I wasn't around so didnt' leave them. an older retired well-to-do black man bringing tapes for me to listen to! I saw him today and as i turned around to grab something for him, i heard the chink of a few coins going in the tip jar. of course, his friendliness is worth more than the tip, but it's so nice to be appreciated for something that so many other people discount or criticize. and wonderful to find connections between yourself and complete strangers.
8:59 PM
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